Even I don't know bro.
She rushed through the streets, cloak billowing in a cold breeze. Rain dribbled down her hodded neck and ears, but hair no longer weighed down her head.
The sparse money bag bounced in a pocket near her knee, and she pulled her trenchcoat closer to her body.
A shadow leaned against the dim light post, and she shook her hood farther over her eyes. Her hair short curled with rain and sweat, framing her pale face. She kept her gaze low, head tipped down.
"Stranger," she said, keeping herself out of reach, voice loud enough to be heard. "In what part of the city are we?"
@Lacy Duckwing